Chapter 528: Angron: What Do You Mean My Offspring Won Against the Butcher's Nails?

The Lord of Red Sand plummeted into the Four-Dimensional Pocket like a scarlet meteor, falling into the pocket's profound darkness.

Though still profoundly black, the Four-Dimensional Pocket was no longer empty.

A Ramirez-class Star Fortress stood in the pocket's void; atop this massive void fortress stood four small starports, even allowing large fleets to dock and rest there.

But compared to the few ships currently steaming toward the Star Fortress, the Ramirez-class Star Fortress's ports seemed somewhat cramped.

Under Captain Saren's control, the Conqueror and the other Imperial ships towed the Abyss-class Battleship Blessed Lady slowly toward a starport.

This ancient Abyss-class Battleship was nearly the largest warship in the galaxy; only the Mountain Array could surpass it.

Its Machine Spirit was intense and mad, deeply corrupted by Chaos Warp Energy; even the finest Mechanicus Priests could not purge it, so they could only temporarily tow it over, control it, and wait for Saint Dora A-Moe to have time to clean the corruption later.

"Identification confirmed: Conqueror."

"Please dock at Rear Mountain Fortress Starport A-22; that starport is cleared."

It was said there were three Star Fortresses in this pocket in total: Rear Mountain Fortress, Empty Land Fortress, and Tonagawa Fortress; except for Saint Dora A-Moe, no one knew the meanings of these names.

"I need replenishment of food, energy, and ammunition."

"Hurry up; I need to feed a group of madmen and crew."

Captain Saren sent her voice through the comms into Rear Mountain Fortress.

Although under Saint Dora A-Moe's mighty power she could leave the Command Wang Zuo and move within the Conqueror,

she was ultimately still the Conqueror's Machine Spirit, unable to leave this giant ship, and could only request supplies via comms.

The signing work in a while would also require Kosorax to help complete it.

Captain Saren glanced at Kosorax, who had not yet awakened.

Just now, to prevent Kosorax from showing cowardice under the Blood God's influence and being burned to death by the Blood God's wrath, Captain Saren had no choice but to knock Kosorax unconscious with a single blow.

But Captain Saren had just struck a bit too hard; Kosorax still had not awakened.

Could his head have been knocked broken by her?

Captain Saren felt a bit worried.

Breaking such a head required only one second, but such a head would take the World Eaters ten thousand years to grow even one.

"This is Degraded Cawl, a replica of the Great Sage Belisarius Dora Cawl, serving you according to Saint Dora A-Moe's will."

A loud and arrogant voice rose from the comms; as the Conqueror docked at the starport, Captain Saren successfully connected with Rear Mountain Fortress's "Machine Spirit."

"The magnificent Conqueror, one of the greatest ships forged in the Mars shipyards during the Great Crusade era, is itself of immense research value."

"But more worthy of research than the Conqueror is your link form with the Conqueror; if you permit, I will dispatch a squad of Tech-Priests to survey and study you and the Conqueror."

Captain Saren felt the so-called Degraded Cawl connected to her; her expression grew dazed.

She did not answer Degraded Cawl's question; instead, after a moment of silence, she voiced what was on her mind:

"Are you an Abominable Intelligence?"

A faint mechanical noise came from the other end.

"Degraded Cawl is an automatic response device developed by Great Sage Belisarius Cawl; it can only answer within its pre-recorded limited phrases, possesses no true intelligence or perception, and is merely Great Sage Belisarius Cawl's mental analogue."

"If you feel Degraded Cawl seems to possess a mind, that is merely an illusion created by Great Sage Belisarius Cawl's exquisite craftsmanship; please praise Great Sage Belisarius Cawl's wisdom and Saint Dora A-Moe's greatness."

"... Dare you swear by Saint Dora A-Moe?"

Captain Saren had roamed the galaxy for ten thousand years, destroyed many warships from different civilizations, and dismantled those warships to repair the Conqueror; she understood technology to some degree. And as a Machine Spirit, she knew too well what a true Machine Spirit looked like and what an Abominable Intelligence looked like.

A noisy silence came from Degraded Cawl's end; just as Captain Saren was about to speak again, a strong perception suddenly arose in her heart.

She sharply activated all sensors on the entire Conqueror and looked into the boundless void.

A streak of crimson was falling from the void.

That crimson was blazing, scorching, like a calamity star cutting through the night.

Not only Captain Saren, but the World Eaters in the void also raised their heads in confusion, looking at that streak of crimson.

They perceived what it was; that was their Gene-Father Angron.

Normally, when he appeared, the Butcher's Nails atop the World Eaters' heads would operate wildly and roar, awakening boundless rage in their hearts.

But this time, the World Eaters felt nothing.

No rage, no pain; even the Butcher's Nails, which usually buzzed, were suppressed.

They felt their Gene-Father connecting his mind with the World Eaters' minds.

Angron was using his ability to draw out the rage and pain from the World Eaters' hearts, soothing their minds.

Nearly five figures of World Eaters; such vast emotions, even Angron originally could not draw out and suppress in such a short time.

But he was now still under the effect of the Momotaro Mochi.

That mochi could make one gentle; the pain and rage Angron drew in became gentle and calm the instant they entered his mind.

Angron was borrowing the power of Saint Dora A-Moe's artifact to heal his progeny's hearts.

This could not last long; once Angron left, once the Momotaro Mochi vanished, that pain and rage would surge back.

But Angron could at least leave some beautiful parts within their minds, which held only scarlet rage; perhaps the finest of his progeny could use that beauty to fight against rage and pain.

Angron connected with every World Eater's mind; he projected into their minds the only beautiful period in his memories, that memory of fighting alongside his brothers and sisters on Numseria, which contained Angron's original emotions.

It was precisely by relying on these emotions that Angron had resisted the influence of the Butcher's Nails in the past; he hoped his progeny could also draw strength from them.

This was a tiny, insignificant compensation he offered his progeny.

But whether they could rely on this tiny compensation to fight the Butcher's Nails was beyond Angron's power.

"Saren." Angron perceived the gaze projected from the Conqueror; he felt Saren's mind.

He read much within Saren's mind, and also perceived the presence of Kosorax beside Saren.

In an instant, Angron knew Saren and Kosorax's experiences over the ten thousand years.

Angron was shocked.

Shocked that Kosorax had not been swallowed by the Butcher's Nails for a full ten thousand years.

He had not been swallowed by rage even when facing Angron directly; he retained his reason to flee, and even before fleeing, he had not forgotten to pick up his axe.

He almost showed cowardice under the Blood God's influence?!

His mind was actually that resilient?!

This is damn near a miracle!!

Among his progeny, there truly was a child who, relying on his own power, suppressed the Butcher's Nails!!

At the same time, Angron also heard Captain Saelin's voice: "He is Corax. In the days when you and Kahn were absent, he was our Regent."

Angron first fell into a brief silence, then he began to mobilize his abilities, connecting to Corax's emotions, and then reflecting Corax's emotions in the hearts of every Conqueror in the pockets.

He wanted to turn Corax into a lighthouse, an anchor, a mirror.

Every World Eater could rely on the fragment of positive emotion Angron left in their hearts to resist the Butcher's Nails.

And after this, they could use Corax, reflected in their own hearts, as an anchor to correct their minds into a shape similar to Corax's, thereby maintaining their sanity.

At the same time, Angron also mobilized his abilities as much as possible to leave a basic cognition in the minds of the World Eaters.

This cognition was "Corax is the Regent," which would make the vast majority of World Eaters instinctively follow Corax's will.

Angron felt a weakness in his spirit; even with the power of Momotaro Maru, reaching this extent was already his limit.

At least the World Eaters would no longer be so easily swallowed by rage or corrupted and influenced by the Blood God as they were before.

"Saelin, you are the one who can become the mother of the World Eaters."

"Help me care for these children I have harmed; I beg you."

After the words fell, Angron gently closed his eyes.

In almost the blink of an eye, Angron vanished into the boundless void.

Captain Saelin gazed at Angron disappearing in the void, her eyes lowering slightly.

"My Lord, Angron, I pray to the most glorious God-King I know."

"I pray that the fate of that world treats you not as bitterly and maliciously as the fate of this galaxy."

【Item Name: Angron】

【Origin: Solar System — Terra — Himalayan Mountains — Underground Laboratory of the Palace】

【Evaluation: One of the twenty-one transcendent progeny forged by the Hua Di Huang using genetic alchemy technology; a product of the combination of strong Warp echoes and the Hua Di Huang's powerful genetic sequence. Angron is the twelfth of them. Injected beneath his flesh and blood body is an essence of instinctive resistance against enslavement, a primal impulse for freedom, and the yearning of intelligent life for an era without restraint. This essence expects all people to be like brothers and sisters, without oppression or enslavement, but this essence is merely an impulse; it only knows how to resist and destroy a world, not how to build a new one, so the outcome of this resistance is ultimately meaningless, eventually degenerating into helpless crimson rage.

The primal impulse for freedom is the instinct of life; every life form approaching him will unconsciously resonate with his mind, catching either a noble spirit of resistance or ugly crimson rage, instinctively relying on him, loving him, and trying to understand and approach him. While he still retains his sanity, he can use this to lead all beings and soothe their emotions; after he falls into rage, this ability of his will only instinctively bring disaster.

However, after modifying its essence, it can be used as a kindergarten child psychologist.】

【Production Time: 792. m30】

【Status: Implanted with Butcher's Nails】

【Value: 】

【Item Name: Butcher's Nails】

【Origin: Ultima Segmentum — Nuceria】

【Evaluation: A certain crude and primitive implant for barbarians; a combination of Warp technology and physical universe technology. It greatly awakens pain in a person, suppresses all emotions other than rage, and constantly gnaws at the human brain, but it is relatively easy to remove using a Doctor's Briefcase.】

【Production Time: 802. m30】

【Status: Extremely barbaric growth】

【Value: 1,000】

"0.052 Di Huang." Zhou Yun looked at Angron's price, which was almost exactly the price of 0.052 Di Huang.

It was actually higher than the price of 0.05 Di Huang for Ji Li Man, just slightly lower than the 0.055 Di Huang price for Sanguinius.

Could it be because Angron's essence is actually stronger than Ji Li Man's?

No wonder, even with his mind not working properly, Angron's combat power was still one of the best among the Primarchs; it turns out the strength of his essence was higher.

After confirming Angron's price, Zhou Yun quickly began searching in the Future Department Store.

According to his thoughts, the true meaning of the Red Angel guiding the future should be...

"Will you also accuse me of being ruthless, cold, and inhuman?" Suddenly, the Bi La Ke Di Huang standing beside Zhou Yun murmured.

For some reason, although his true body was right in front of Zhou Yun, he used the Bi La Ke Di Huang body to speak to Zhou Yun.

Zhou Yun glanced over, not knowing what madness the Di Huang had caught; he did not offer any opinion on the Di Huang's humanity.

The Di Huang indeed had no humanity, but Zhou Yun could actually understand the Di Huang's helplessness to some extent.

When the Old Night came and the Aeldari fell, how much did the Di Huang want to find a tall figure to stand in his place?

But his Immortal friends were either lost or completely did not consider themselves human; some even joined a mad organization named the Cult of the Dark Gods, attempting to sacrifice the entire human race to completely traumatize the Chaos.

Ordo Paeon was lost, Eldrad betrayed and abandoned him; in the end, apart from Makar, who was almost a young child, no one stayed by the Di Huang's side.

To be fair, the Di Huang did many inhuman things, but those who could have done better did nothing.

How much did the Di Huang want to be more human? But he had no choice.

"Don't you think I am quite human when I speak to you?" Seeing Zhou Yun silent, the Bi La Ke Di Huang continued to chatter.

It seemed that Angron's recent words had slightly stimulated him, or perhaps Angron used his ability to influence the Di Huang's emotions.

Zhou Yun raised his eyebrows slightly; indeed, the Di Huang was much more human when speaking to Zhou Yun.

"Because I am finally not holding everything up alone."

"Because I am finally not without choices."

"You have given me other choices; I can enjoy a little luxury of humanity."

"Zhou Yun, tell me, what should be chosen next."

Looking into the Di Huang's gaze, Zhou Yun fell silent for a moment, then looked at the item he had found in the Future Department Store.

The price of that item was exactly the same as Angron's price.

"The Red Angel guides the future of the galaxy..."

(Combined into one)

(End of this chapter)